The package has assigned me way too many objects.

[Chu Yinan: Someone's got their eye on me. I'm planning to team up with the AI ​​sisters to go fishing.]

[Minagawa Izumi: Then turn on your location services so I can feel more at ease knowing where you are.]

Chatting is indeed a multi-threaded process; once one "friend" triggers it, another will follow.

Yu Tang's message popped up on the screen. In the multi-threaded chat, Chu Yinan was worried that the interval between his thoughtful reply would be too long, so he reluctantly ended the conversation with the female demon he had finally managed to contact.

However, the words used to conclude the conversation are also an art!

[Chu Yinan: I want to see feet!]

As expected, the female monster ignored him.

Chu Yinan then opened his sister's message to confirm the content. He was quite afraid of seeing Yu Tang's harsh questioning, but the actual message was more peaceful than he had imagined.

[Beijing Language and Culture University Tang: Still not planning to go home? Why did you suddenly tell your Aunt Liu you don't want to go home?]

[Chu Yinan: Sister Qilin took me to see a woman who was about to end her short life. Then a few days ago, I found some old photos of Aunt Liu, photos of a child who used to be a member of the family. I was a little shocked.]

Yu Tang remained silent for a long time. She guessed that something had happened to her mother, but she didn't know for sure what it was. When she asked the maid, she also said she didn't know.

Now, hearing Chu Yinan tell me in person, I finally understand what really happened.

[Chu Yinan: I think Aunt Liu couldn't accept the death of that little member, and then she found out that I looked a lot like him, so she asked me to fill in.]

Although Aunt Liu is very kind to me, I feel that if it had been clearly stated from the beginning that I was filling in for someone else, I would have been more accepting of it, and it would have felt more natural to accept her kindness. Aunt Liu's kindness towards me stemmed from an emotional need, rather than a genuine desire to be kind to someone named 'Chu Yinan'. That way, I could treat it as just a performance for work without any psychological burden.

Chapter 20: Refilling the Soup

Sometimes, self-destructive words not only hurt yourself, but also those who read them.

Looking at the text her younger brother sent, Bei Yutang felt a sharp pain in her heart and suddenly didn't know how to explain or comfort him.

It's clear that Xiao Chunan now suspects that the feelings his close family members have for him are fake, especially when they compare living with them to "going to work," which makes it even more painful.

The death of a young family member back then was a huge blow to Yan Liu. However, when Xiao Chu Nan came to the family, six or seven years had passed since the young member's passing. If she really wanted to find a replacement child to comfort her heart, why wait so many years? Wouldn't that just be rubbing back painful memories?

The baby's face hasn't even opened up yet, and we don't know what he will look like when he grows up, or whether he will be mischievous. How can we project a child whose specific appearance we don't even know into Xiao Chu Nan?

When they first met Xiao Chunan, the resemblance in his eyes may have surprised the family. But after so many years together, they no longer think of him as someone else's child. They have long treated him as family.

However, these principles are useless to explain to a suspicious person. Actions can be explained with physical evidence, but feelings and thoughts cannot be proven. Whoever tries to explain them may interpret them differently.

The problem likely lies with the older sister that Xiao Chunan met with Qilin.

[Bei Yutang: You can say these things to me, but don't tell Aunt Liu, okay? I'll explain later.]

Driven by a desire for revenge, sometimes when feeling hurt, one wants to hurt others in return, as if only in this way can one vent their inner grievances and dissatisfaction.

Chu Yinan had been out for two days and her mood had calmed down somewhat, but now she felt more of a lingering resistance.

[Chu Yinan: Yeah, I won't tell.]

[Bei Yutang: Where are you living now? You haven't gone back to the tower, so I'm secretly going to find you. I won't tell Aunt Liu.]

[Chu Yinan: I'm at the home of the prosecutor who mentored me during my internship. But don't look for me for the next couple of days. I have important business to attend to with Fu Xi and the others. I'll come find you later.]

[Beijing Language and Culture University Student Tang: Do you have enough money for food and lodging? Don't trouble others too much.]

[Chu Yinan: Yes, I can ask the AI ​​sisters for clothes directly.]

Bei Yutang stared at the screen, her heart heavy, unable to lift her fingers to type a reply. Xiao Chunan's reply made her feel the ambiguity in their relationship.

There is a spiritual connection between family members, as well as a material connection. Bei Yutang was worried that he would suffer if he was alone outside, but in reality, he could contact his "family" in the AI ​​Tower at any time. He didn't feel it when he went back for a physical examination before, but now he really felt that one day he would leave and disappear from the tower.

The girl clicked on the voice message, restraining her emotions, and said calmly:

"Okay, tell me if you need anything. Think it over carefully. I'll come see you later. Don't reject my messages, okay?"

Chu Yinan also switched to voice, saying apologetically and with shame:

"Okay... Yu Tang, I'm sorry."

Hearing her younger brother's voice, Bei Yutang felt a little better; at least he wasn't so angry that he wouldn't listen to anything she said.

"You say sorry, but you're actually running away from home and refusing to come back? You'll tell me in person when you finally return."

"Okay, I'm about to eat. Yu Tang, you should eat too. Enjoy your meal."

“What do you mean ‘your side’? You should say ‘home’. You’ll have to come back after you’ve finished your little tantrum… You should eat properly.”

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Mealtime.

The prosecutor's sister is a pretty good cook; at least she can make any dish given a recipe. Chu Yinan thought the food was quite good.

Shibuya sat opposite her, watching the little one eat with relish, and felt satisfied and happy.

Because it was hot and stuffy while cooking, she unbuttoned two buttons on her collar. Even though her cleavage was longer than Chu Yinan's middle finger, a large part of it was still hidden under her clothes.

Sweat soaked her white shirt, revealing alluring flesh-colored patches under her arms and on her chest. The lace of her black lingerie clung to the wet shirt, leaving Chu Yinan with no choice but to lower her head and eat her rice.

Shibuya Giri took a few bites, then rested her chin on her hand and asked softly:

"I overheard you on the phone just now. How was your conversation with your family?"

Chu Yinan, who had been swinging his legs while eating, stopped and looked at the food in his bowl, saying:

"The chat went alright, so-so."

"It's alright" often means that things are progressing well, but it's just a matter of modesty or embarrassment, without explicitly admitting that the talks went very well.

Shibuya Yi remembered that she had asked him similar questions many times before, and worried that he might misunderstand and think she was annoyed that he had been staying there too long, so she added an explanation:

"If we can't reach an agreement, you can stay here for now. There's no rush. But it's better to have a perfunctory conversation than to not have a single word exchanged. Most things can be resolved as long as you're willing to talk."

"Ah."

Chu Yinan pretended not to look up while eating, but after shoveling a few mouthfuls of rice into his bowl, he emptied it. If he didn't make eye contact and chat with people, it would be very impolite.

Chu Yinan looked up at the female prosecutor, but his gaze kept being drawn to that abyss. Coupled with the "light soup" Aunt Hyun-eun had given him at lunch, Chu Yinan felt his little brother getting restless, so he had no choice but to ask for more food.

"Do you have any soup? I don't want the bone-strengthening soup."

"It's just vegetable soup, there's no need for so much bone-strengthening soup. I'll get you some. You can't reach the pot, just sit there."

After a while, the bright and mature older sister brought Chu Yinan a bowl of soup. After sitting back down, she nudged Chu Yinan with her black-stockinged feet.

She asked in surprise:

"Is your body too sensitive to tonic soup? I've already treated the soup you drank last night twice, but you're still not better. No wonder you deliberately emphasized that you didn't want bone-strengthening soup."

This has nothing to do with last night; it's for lunch!

Chu Yinan was completely exhausted. During the day, he was worried about whether the soup he had at noon would cause any problems. He managed to get through the afternoon's mission, but by evening, he had completely given up. To make matters worse, Shibuya Gyougi found out about it!

"This isn't due to the tonic soup; it's just a normal physiological reaction. It might be because your clothes are a bit tight and causing friction."

"Don't be shy. I noticed it when I picked you up from the car. It wasn't obvious at the time, so I didn't pay much attention to it. Now that you've finished eating, it seems like all your energy has been used up in some strange place."

Chu Yinan was speechless, and even felt embarrassed to drink the vegetable soup in her bowl.

"Do you want to shower with me again tonight? If we go in early, we can shower for a while longer, like last night. Otherwise, if we stay up too late, it will affect our sleep schedule."

"......want."

Chapter 21 The Prosecutor's Legs

"So this is what it feels like to soak your socks in water without taking them off. It's a bit strange," the prosecutor said, offering a subtle assessment of her feelings.

Before taking a shower, she changed into the bodycon stockings that Xiao Chunan had recommended to her last time. She hadn't worn them yet, but she never expected to use them in this situation.

"Maybe we should take them off; the stockings are a bit sticky when they're wet." Chu Yinan sat on a small stool in the bathroom, unsure whether to move or not.

"Why are you getting shy? Didn't you want this to happen yourself? I already helped you once, now you have to rely on yourself."

I've seen plenty of white stockings soaking in water; Chu Yinan and the maids in the house had all had the pleasure of seeing them in the bathroom before. But black stockings are indeed less common. In terms of visual experience, white stockings might be better, but black stockings aren't bad either.

Her upper body had fair, rosy skin, every inch of which was as supple and bouncy as jelly, swaying gently with the slightest movement. The black stockings, a symbol of sexiness and maturity, only became more alluring against the contrast of her fair skin.

The female prosecutor's legs were long and shapely, not slender, but rather possessed the fullness and charm unique to women in their late twenties, with just the right amount of flesh.

"Can you bend your legs and put them together?" Chu Yinan asked softly.

"Sure~ Feel free to do whatever you want."

The prosecutor's lips curled into a playful smile, and the steam swirling in the bathroom added a captivating allure to her eyes.

There was a seat next to the bathtub so that you wouldn't hurt your back. This thoughtful but rarely used design came in handy at this moment. Shibuya Yi sat on the cool bathroom floor, her smooth back against the edge of the bathtub. Following Xiao Chu Nan's suggestion, she bent her legs and picked up a small bottle of low-alcohol shochu for a sip.

Chu Yinan swallowed hard, stood up nervously, and walked slowly to her stockinged legs. He held her knees and began to slowly examine the sensation in the back of her legs.

The calf muscles apply pressure between the calf and thigh, with appropriate force.

Shibuya Giri was amazed by the sheer number of ideas children have; they truly are all-pervasive and insidious. Yet, for some reason, her heart began to race, as if she were experiencing a surge of excitement.

"Except for his height, Xiao Chunan has received adequate nutrition in all other areas that should be developing."

Chu Yinan pursed her lips and endured:

"Don't laugh at me... I also want to be a normal height, otherwise I have to stand on tiptoe to do many things, otherwise I can't reach them."

For example, when Sister Qilin accompanied him to his coming-of-age ceremony, his feet couldn't even reach the ground.

Shibuya Gi picked up the thin fabric on her thigh, looking quite curious about the material:

"The material of your stockings is a bit different from other brands; it's smoother and more delicate. I remember when I was in school, my roommate said that she and her boyfriend were being affectionate, and they were doing things like in a comic book. As a result, her boyfriend's skin got chafed from the stockings."

"..." Chu Yinan could feel the pain just by listening. This boyfriend must be a persistent person who would grit his teeth and persevere even if it hurts. "It's probably because this weaving technique was given to him by Turing Tower. It's quite delicate, and the patent is still up. It will become widespread in about ten years."

"Don't be impatient, dragging it out isn't good. You need to go to bed early and get up early." The prosecutor dipped her finger in the small wine glass, swirled it around, and held it out to the little guy: "Want some? It's sweet."

"Alcohol can damage the brain, but just a little bit should be okay..."

Looking at the prosecutor's fair and delicate fingers, Chu Yinan decided to taste them anyway.

Shibuya poured herself another small glass of shochu to taste. A fair amount of the fragrant liquor dripped down her chin, and Shibuya made a slightly troubled expression.

"Oops, I accidentally spilled a little. Does my little cutie still want some?"

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"Sending letters anonymously should be okay, right?" Jiang Xuanya asked.